Oh please God, no...say it isn't so. I'm bloated, eating like a horse and mean as a viper. Please hold off. Just until Monday. I can't, can't, can't be hosting Aunt Flo come Sunday.
I'm lighting a candle tonight and praying to a shrine of Always overnighters with wings. Oh holy maxi, please have mercy. Save the cramps, nausea and bloating until Monday. I promise, I'll never roll my eyes, mutter "Fucking hell," or curse my womanhood ever again.
Amen.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
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3 comments:
funny. :)
As I read this, my first thought was, "Oh, she's pregnant."
@galugo now THAT would be crazy...or not...
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